(Nanci Griffith)
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here

And I came by here just to tell you good-by
I can see it in your face, you don't want to know why


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I made up my mind late last night
That I would leave your city behind

Oh, and love is not in question
When you're holding the answer
In your cold heart and your closed mind

You've got a cold heart and a closed mind

Out in these streets these people are angry

Well, they push and shove one another aside
Well, I worked from the heart and you worked for the money
But I paid the price for your will to survive


[Chorus]


Chicago roars like a midwest hurricane
I see that storm in your eyes
One of these mornings when you're making your way

Just gonna wash you out with the tide

[Repeat first verse]


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